Be still my heart. It's 48 degrees here. We won't talk about the water dripping inside - oh no. Or the pond forming in front of the garage door. Nope. It's warm. Like go-outside-long-sleeve-weather warm. Bliss.
Emma is better. Spent all day with her on my lap not moving so I wouldn't disturb her - oh come on, you people with animals, tell me you
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